VTM: Rhiannon

I am thrown into reality, not awoken softly by my mother's warmth, but startled and bewildered to find her not there. I exit the hazy surrealness of midnight rendezvous, and the disillusionment snakes its way around my heart. As if struggling to find my breath or finding myself alone, I am starkly confronted yet again with my naiveté.
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